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I was watching TV the other night and in one scene a man is contemplating suicide. He had a gun pointed at his head and he was crying. It made me wonder what it was like for my Grandpa when he killed himself. About 4 years ago he shot himself. Was he scared or was he confident in his choice? I’m not sure exactly why he shot himself, but I know he was lost without my Grandma.
She died a couple years earlier after being in a nursing home following a stroke. They often talked about her Mother that lived years in a nursing home. She didn’t have a very good quality of life and both my Grandma and Grandpa didn’t want that for themselves.
Before my Grandpa died he said some odd things to me and my brothers. He seemed to get confused between dream and reality. I think that frightened him and he didn’t want to loose control. Knowing that and the sadness that came after my Grandma died I have accepted his choice to end his own life. I’m not mad at him and I understand why he did it. I’ll always remember the last time I saw him. My brothers and I went to visit him and he had the tightest grip on my hand. I was sad when he let go, but I’m glad he isn’t suffering.